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*happens to have passed by a couple of other captives, but had thought nothing of it; after all, why should he be concerned about the love lives of those besides himself? Having come to the conclusion that the population as a whole was just too damn mushy, he's less than thrilled to find himself stood below a sprig of mistletoe*

*looks up at it, raising an eyebrow* Huh. Fancy that; such a stupid tradition. Must have been a fucking retard to hang all of these up... *shrugs, attempting to take another step forwards*

*eyes grow wide, his face twisting into a scowl as he finds his legs completely immobile~*

-- WHAT? Oh hell no.